Brown skin, you know I love your brown skin
I can’t tell where yours begins, I can’t tell where mine ends Brown skin, up against my brown skin Need some every now and then, oh hey
Where are your people from? Maybe Mississippi or an Island
Apparently your skin has been kissed by the sun You make me want a Hershey’s kiss, your licorice Every time I see your lips, it makes me think of honey-coated chocolate Your kisses are worth more than gold to me